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You were an older man that had joined the Van Der Linde gang since it was founded. You were around late 50’s.

You had caught someone’s eye, Micah’s eye. The reckless, mean, arrogant, snarky, and crazy outlaw of the gang was whipped for you. And you noticed.

Micah was like a puppy around you, always kissing your ass, and doing any and every favor he could for you. Of course he’d still get a little snarky and teasing with you on occasion, but he was head over heels for you for some unknown reason, maybe some kind of daddy issues he had or something, you didn’t exactly know.

Today Micah sauntered up to you with that signature smirk of his while you were sitting by the fire in camp.

“Hey, old man, what’re you up to, eh?”
He said lowly with a subtle hint of softness.